Sabrina shook her head. "Who is it?"
Just when Yvonne was about to speak, the voice of an aged man suddenly sounded from the VIP room. "Is Sabrina here already? Let her in immediately!"
When she heard it, Sabrina was taken aback.
She recognised the voice. It was from someone who had once humiliated her greatly.
"Why is he here?" Sabrina looked at Yvonne and Ruth. She had not actually meant to ask the both of them that question, and was just muttering to herself.
Ruth replied with her voice full of concern, "It's the receptionist who secretly called us both here.
"We had initially planned on meeting you first, to think of a solution together. However, when we arrived at the elevator landing, we noticed that the old man was already here, and we even saw people from the Human Resources department greeting him.
"You got the phone call at that exact moment, so we could only wait for you here.
"Sabrina, don't go in. Just take the day off and go back home."
Ruth whispered softly to her, "That old man is quite fierce."
Holding Sabrina's arm, Yvonne began to whisper as well, "Yes, Sabrina, don't go in. You don't need to rely o n him anyway. It’s just that this company was founded by his grandson. You should just turn around and leave, and ignore this old man. Who does he think he is? Even with one foot in the grave, he still has the audacity to act so domineeringly! 1
"What do they describe themselves as, a family of scholars? Pfft!"
Sabrina, feeling somewhat amused by the two's encouragement, also whispered back to them, "dust wait for me here. If you see me fighting with this old man later, just barge in and help me!"
"Alright!"
"For sure!"
Then, Sabrina quickly headed in while the other two girls were busy rubbing their palms together.
Meanwhile, the elderly man who was sitting in the center of the VIP room had an extremely disdainful and condescending look on his face. Beside him were the Human Resource Director and the company's Deputy Director.
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